Video Info: Some audio from the soon to be released "City of Fire" played along to some moving images of creation at it's finest. Be careful... it might make you want to jump.
I think it’s interesting how art imitates life and how life imitates art. I woke Saturday morning from the most amazing dream. I won’t get into the details of it.. but wow, haven’t had a dream like that in a long time. I think it had to do with a new cowhide rug birthday gift I received that I have been sleeping on.. there’s just something about it, it’s kind of a magic pretty. I love when words basically write themselves almost as quickly as I can think them. I have had moments in front of paper with an anxious pen, under the gun, and couldn’t write a damn thing… but occasionally I wake to a storm of words that almost feel like I’m reading them rather than thinking about them. In those moments, I have no direction or thought of what they are, they simply are. I spent the weekend surrounded by heavy creation… so many things I’m trying to cap off before I leave for the lakes. I really have no time for new words or songs considering all the current pieces I’m already knee deep in and close to releasing. I’ll just have to document my Saturday morning flood of words for something in the future. I often talk about sketches as the building blocks to finished pieces, well this is the very beginning of something, kind of like when fish first grew legs and decided to leave the water for new adventures on land and earth. Kind of. It's a start. Enjoy some audio and video from the "City of Fire" above and new Lyrics from a dream below.
Hell Fall (Once upon a dreary when)
Once upon a magic
One upon a rhythm
Once upon a somewhere
It’s out there…
In between the lines
Once upon a something
Once upon a lie
The silver curtain cracks enough
to let you see behind
Oh dear.. what you’ll find
If you only dare to walk there.. sometime
Once upon a nightmare
Once upon the shame
Open up a little heaven
Its 11 on the door that somewhere came
on the way to midnight
On the way to hell
There’s peace in the tower
But the bell doesn’t ring
till June she sings
I hope that you can tell
In a little madness
In a little might
Once upon a crazy
Lifes little goodnight
On a feather and a dream
Fly to meet the maker
On the weather or the why not
Lost before your found starts
Watch your step off the edge
To touch the diamonds red
We walk the lines of who we seem
Past the doorways that we leave..
Once upon a dreary when
Where forever met the end
Oh just to be
Or never to be.. again
Once upon a weary when
Where the break it met the devils bend
Oh just to be
You’ll have to see you self
It was never if or never then
There’s truth inside a lie that tells.. it all
Past well the best we have is hell fall
Hell fall
After all is said and done (that)
Through the doors we left to run (back)
It’s true the river met the end.. there
Hell fall
After all the ends are tied up
The whispers said she never lied but
The book.. it never took… only to read The End.
-evermore
